This is the story of a major crossing and the building of a bridge not far enough. The story begins with me bushwhacking up a narrow valley filled shoulder to shoulder with exposed granite boulders. Over, around, and between the boulders, ran a creek swollen by rain and melt-water. The spray thrown by the waters had painted all of the boulders in an emerald green, a film of algae, moss, mucous, and slime that coated the rock with a treacherous grease.
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Sleep Obstacles
Obstacles are valuable. They offer an opportunity to transcend the difficulty they present, to push yourself beyond your limits, to make fresh discoveries. These are a few of my recent findings.
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Bushwacking
Recently, I went bushwhacking. Over ten years ago, long before the four lane commuter expressway punched its way through Gatineau Park, a trail wound from boulevard Raymond, crossed a sandy tableland, then passed half a mile thorough dark woods, before it emerged in daylight, bridged a small creek, and connected with the major north-south cycle path.
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